I was stunned seeing Hannah, the morning light halo around her short blonde hair, sitting astride me, giving me a choice about how I wanted to have sex with her. Usually with my dates I would take what I could get, and had done it on stiff couches, dorm room floors, and even one time in a gym locker room that I wondered if I would tell Hannah about for some…inspiration.

“Let’s…go to the bed, but, maybe after you feel me up a little?” I said, biting my lip.

“Is that an invitation to touch your tits?”

“It is.” I said, the words exploding from my mouth.

Hannah brought her hands up and traced them around my chest, the anticipation making me a bit wild with need, but she took her sweet time. As she ran her hands across my chest, the tips of her thumbs just barely brushing across my nipples, my tits heaved, the nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt and begging for more.

“I always write my protagonists with big boobs, did you notice that?” Hannah said.

“Umm…it’s another…quirk that I relate to…” I said, words now fighting to get out as my body wracked with pleasure.

Hannah lowered her hands a little further and undid the top button of my shirt, then the next. My breasts pushed forward, begging to be set free from their constraints. “This are so big, and so gorgeous, Zoe.” Hannah said.

I was by no means a supermodel, and nobody had ever considered my C-cups ‘so big’, but under Hannah’s hand I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“This bra…uh…unsnaps from the front.” I said, giving her the hint.

“Does it now?” Hannah said. She swept her hungry eyes over my chest before leaning back a little, pressing her pubic bone against mine, making my stomach tense. “Because mine…” Hannah hooked her fingers underneath the delicate fabric of her shirt and pulled it over her head, showing off a powder pink bralette whose lace was the same color as the nipples underneath it. She threw the shirt to the other side of the couch and then continued, pulling the bralette over her head “…doesn’t even have snaps…” Hannah threw the pink bundle of fabric on top of her shirt, and I could not fucking believe I was seeing them. Nicole Marcel, a woman who had already caused me more orgasms than I could count, was now topless and straddling me, her nipples stiff peaks of rose-colored pleasure.

“Ohh…oh my god, Hannah.” I said, my mouth dry.

“See something you like?”